When I was a kid, I would ball myself up in a blanket, and cry out to gods I didn’t believe in to kill me. I would have settled for a meteor, lightning, SIDs, a random car accident… Anything.

I didn’t even know why, except that I hated everything. I hated everyone. I would alternate between wanting to die and wanting everyone Else to die.. I think there was a Calvin and Hobbes about that.

I was filled with hate, and today, I sometimes get a taste of that hatred, in one form or another and I wonder: Where did all that Hate go? Did I expel it, or most if it? or did I simply hide it somewhere?